Over the fence –
Strawberries – grow –
Over the fence –
I could climb – if I tried, I know –
Berries are nice!
But – if I stained my Apron –
God would certainly scold!
Oh, dear – I guess if He were a Boy –
He’d – climb – if He could!
One of the many advantages of living in this small but richly cultured New England town, is the pride we feel for the historical and notable individuals who made a mark in this community and in the world.
From Robert Frost who taught at Amherst College and retired here; to Noah Webster from our handy dictionary; to the oscar nominated, Uma Thurman; to Richard Gere who attended Umass; to the 1st Baron Amherst, Lord Jeffrey Amherst who the town is named after; to being the home of the Eric Carle Museum and the home of the only Frank Lloyd Wright design in Massachusetts; home to Running with Scissors author, Augusten Burroughs; to the town being named the most progressively liberal region in the United States; and most famous for hosting the Dickinson Homestead, home of the famous poet and her family.
A few weeks ago, my husband took me on somewhat of a “romantic stroll” through this wonderful town where we reside. Next thing I know, I am walking through a cemetery. Not just any cemetery, but the infamous West Cemetery, where Ms. Dickinson and her family eternally rest.
It turns out that on this day, the historical and original fencing constructed in the mid 19th century surrounding the Dickinson family plot, was in the finishing stages of being restored. The Historical Commission had received Community Preservation Act funds for this project.
Our timing could not have been better. The new shiny and restored fence was complete and stood proud and erect, its freshly coat of paint glistening against the hot August sun, dutifully doing its job of protecting the Dickinson’s final resting place.
I got chills as I stood in silence staring at the plot and taking in all the history that lay in this cemetery.
Proud to be living in this unique little town.